The entire architecture is one large glass window, looking out upon a world that embodies the paradox of the body in its moment of lucidity, but it is the body that is dreaming through the windowpane. The dream that is arousing the sleeping subject is revealed to be but a simulacrum — a phantom of the reality that the instruments of the body has created. A phantom that constantly makes a body an object of illumination is aroused, edited, repaired, and put back into working.